I've just come home from the grocery store. I am exhausted. I am hungry. (I'm dieting). I just hunted, bagged and killed a week's worth of food--99 percent of which I can't eat. The kids brought the groceries in and are putting them away. And arguing. This is routine. And I am thinking of yet another lesson I learned from my kids. Lessons Learned From Kids: Heckling Can Mean Caring